Master is not to be provoked

Ke Muai saw that he was beaten by Ke Yongshou and Ke Yongli until the corners of his mouth and nose were bleeding, his face was swollen like a steamed bun, and he didn't shed a single tear, but when he was kicked, he cried like this, saying It's impossible not to be moved, Ke Muai felt as if his heart had been rubbed hard by someone, he had lived two lifetimes, and no one had ever cherished him like this, if he insisted, he would go to talk to Hao Jian When Xiao was dependent on each other, a few years ago, they were barely one. At that time, the two of them got up early and stayed late, practiced selling egg cakes and tea eggs together, and fought wits and courage with the city management. But even at that time, Hao Jianxiao was not like Jing Yunsong. In this way, he ignored the pain in his own body and only cried for the pain in his body.

He patted Jing Yunsong's back lightly with his hands, letting him vent, and when the crying faded, he said, "Stop crying, we're all fine, let's continue to live well, and piss those scumbags to death. , you wash your face, I'll make you pimple soup."

It is a tradition for rural people in the north to eat pimple soup. In the 70s and [-]s, every family used glutinous porridge made of corn flour as the staple food. A rarity to eat.

Children in rural areas are relatively skinny. They often have bumps, headaches, and scratches on their hands and feet. They just get a handful of soil paste from the ground to stop bleeding. If they have a cold and high fever, they don’t go to the doctor. At that time, most rural areas didn’t even have health centers. In several villages, you can find a barefoot doctor, and you only go to ask for a serious illness. If you have a minor illness, you can make a bowl of noodle soup. However, Ke Muai did not catch up with this time. Now every family can afford white noodles, and sick meals are generally upgraded to canned peaches.

Jing Yunsong rubbed his eyes, feeling very embarrassed: "You do it, I'll light the fire for you."

He went to the corn stalks to pull firewood. Someone knocked on the door outside. He opened the courtyard door and saw Guo Zhendong standing outside, holding two bags of things in his hands. When he met him, he asked, "Does your face still hurt? Where's Mu Mu? "

Jing Yunsong had a good impression of him, but he didn't have a good impression of all the relatives of the Ke family, so he didn't answer, and turned around to call for someone.

Ke Muai came out of the room, wearing a white but very clean calico apron around his waist. Guo Zhendong recognized it as the color of a dress his mother wore several years ago.

He saw Ke Muai holding a washbasin in his left hand and a pair of chopsticks in his right, facing the noon sun, she was small and thin, with a pair of clear eyes, matched with her patched clothes and ugly black sandals shoes , looking so pitiful, and remembering that he had just lost his mother and had such a father again, he felt sore in his heart, and told himself silently: This is my youngest cousin, I want to point to him.

Ke Muai saw that it was Guo Zhendong, and was a little surprised: "Didn't you just say that Songsong is fine, and besides, it wasn't your family who beat him up, so you don't need to buy things. You take these back to the old home, and go with Brother Sen and Guoguo." Eat it."

Guo Zhendong came in with his things without hesitation: "It doesn't matter, originally the second aunt is gone, so I came to visit, but I have been going to school in the county, so I don't have time to come over, so I just came to visit today, it can be regarded as a formal condolences. "As he spoke, he glanced at Jing Yunsong next to him, and smiled as friendly as possible, "And my new cousin."

Ke Muai tactfully persuaded him to take his things back: "It's almost time for dinner over there. If you don't leave, you won't be in time for the meal. Besides, if you don't go back for such a long time, Second Aunt is also in a hurry."

Guo Zhendong just said it was okay: "I won't eat if I can't catch up. I came all the way to see you, so I can eat you. What are you doing?"

Ke Muai handed the basin in front of him: "Gnoodle soup, can you eat it?"

"Yes, why not, my mother made it once when I was a child, and I ate this."

Ke Muai lost his temper, let him into the room, asked him to take off his shoes and sit on the kang, and was dragged down by the pavilion to cover his feet with a mattress, and went to the cabinet to put hazelnuts, almonds, pine nuts, peanuts, etc. I grabbed two handfuls and put them on a plate for him to eat.

"I can't afford tea here. I don't have any tea to drink. I only have some homemade fruit stuffing. You can try it." Ke Muai took the jug and scooped out some dark red liquid from a jar, and scalded it with boiling water. Pass it to Guo Zhendong, "You can drink it after a while."

Jing Yunsong was already in the outhouse at this time, according to what Ke Muai said, frying the pan with hot pepper seeds, diced lean meat and frying in the pan, adding the fungus, mushrooms, chopped carrots and diced carrots that Ke Muai had just chopped to continue frying, Then add water and bring to a boil.

Ke Muai nestled six eggs in it, took the basin, moistened it with water, picked up the gnocchi with chopsticks and poured them into the pot.

Guo Zhendong is so old, and this is the first time he has come to Ke Yongli's house. In the past, he always heard how his family hates them, how they are so poor, and can't afford to be poor. The scene of the slums, it wasn't until later that he realized that this home was much better than he had imagined.

First of all, the windows were polished and spotless, the outside was nailed with plastic to keep out the cold, the roof and walls were pasted with new newspapers, and the broken floor leather on the kang was also glued with transparent glue. The rest of the tables, chairs and benches were All are clean and tidy, without clutter, giving people a peaceful and warm feeling, and it is impossible to tell that it is a family without a hostess for a long time.

Although there is no stove, the kang is very hot, and the top of the kang is a little hot.

He moved to the middle of the kang, ate a few hazelnuts, his eyes fell on the white porcelain jug, guessing that it should be warm, he picked it up and poured himself a cup, dark red liquid, somewhat like hawthorn juice, It smells like alcohol.

Mumu won't give me a drink?I wanted to ask, and thought that even if it is wine, as long as it is not Erguotou at [-] degrees, it doesn't matter if you have a drink. It is the first time I come to someone's house, my little cousin specially serves it, so I have to drink it.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip first. It felt sour and sweet, and it really smelled like hawthorn, but there seemed to be something else in it, a very special aroma. In this aroma, he tasted it again. The smell of grapes.

"Mumu, what are you giving me to drink?"

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious." Guo Zhendong poured himself another glass, smashing the taste, "I tasted hawthorn and grapes, and what is that particularly strong one?"

Ke Muai smiled and replied in the outer room: "There are not many hawthorns in there, most of them are red from the mountains, and there are also grapes and bitter mushrooms, but not too many, mainly jujubes and wolfberries, and the most flavorful ones are raspberries. The scientific name is raspberry."